WARNING: Graphic Images
A romantic dream unfolds lazily. A man and woman who are obviously attracted to one another banter playfully. The scene shifts and they kiss passionately.
Then a grenade goes off. The man’s image is replaced with that of the woman’s father. He states blandly that she initiated their sexual encounter, that the fault for the incest is hers.
Though she knows the accusation is false, though the incest was years in the past, though she was a child at the time, though there was never any “romance” involved, the horror is overwhelming. It continues even after the woman awakes.
Incest is rarely discussed in polite company, and then in hushed terms. The damage it inflicts is like that of a grenade going off. Hopes are shattered. Lives are destroyed. And the grenade never stops inflicting damage, leaving lifelong scars.
The metaphor may sound extreme. Tragically, it is not.
The victims of incest experience enormous guilt and shame. But the fault is NEVER theirs. Continue reading